The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 896

Margaret, busy in the room with Dalton, noticed the sound of someone at the door. She knocked

softly on the closet door. “Ms. Jent, Mrs. Jardin is back,” she announced quietly.

Madelyn, alerted by Margaret’s gentle warning, quickly got up, tucked her cellphone into the box,

and hid it back in its secret spot. Zach, overhearing the faint murmur of voices, gently opened the

door and stepped inside. He scanned the room carefully but did not immediately see Madelyn.

Margaret feigned surprise and said, “Oh! Ms. Jent is right in the walk-in closet, trying to pick out

some clothes. She mentioned wanting to mix up her wardrobe with something new and lively.”

Zach did not question Margaret’s made-up story. He valued her support for Madelyn and did not

think it was right to scold her. As he opened the closet door, he saw Madelyn stepping out,

holding onto some old pajamas. However, it wasn’t the pajamas that grabbed Zach’s notice; it was

Madelyn’s eyes, red and swollen from crying. Concerned, he reached out, asking, “Have you been

crying?”

his hand, worried he might see the truth

sound calm, “just a bug flew in

see,” Zach said, moving closer

“Really, there’s no need; I’m okay now,” trying to put space

Madelyn’s feet. She glanced down at him. He

pulled himself up, his eyes wide

for her. Despite her initial hesitation, Madelyn’s

Dalton and carried him away from the room, Zach’s gaze following them.

left the room, Zach turned

enough to make

look, said, “Mr. Jardin, please, that’s a very serious gaze.” She

tends to keep to herself. She just came in a little while ago. That’s

all I know.”

soon rang. As the door

brand manager in a black uniform stepped in with a recognizing smile. “Ms. Jent,

surprise to see you, especially with a baby,”

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assistants trailed behind her as she continued, “Mr. Jardin has handpicked our latest collection for you. Please take a look at these pieces and let us

could not shake a feeling of worry-her harmless little white lie had been taken to heart by

mulling over the stories Margaret had concocted for her, was hit by

inclined to refuse the delivery, she gave it a second thought. Eyeing the